My death wish began the second I was born. My mother had become a real mess after my dad left her. She would stay out at the bar leaving me alone with my drunken Uncle Sam when I was just four. At the age of four, mother had gotten me a library card so I would go there any chance I got. I became familiar with the staff, books, sections, pretty much everything that was there so quickly that if anything changed, I could tell faster then I could blink. One morning I was on my way to the library when this annoying looking person came up to me grabbed my arm and started yelling things. Things that made even me scared and I never get scared. She yelled something like "Beware the library child for if you don't you shall perish!" But the thing is, nobody seemed to notice her. I mean, she was extremely loud. I thought it was also weird how I didn't see her mouth move...
